My dad would give me $10, which is a lot of money when you're 9, to sing at church, on tables at restaurants, at family functions, just about anywhere.
I'm on this extraordinary adventure, and if I have no one to talk to at the end of the night, I feel lonely.
You don't have to feel like a waste of space, your original can not be replaced
Comparisons are easily done, once you've had a taste of perfection
So take a chance and don't ever look back.
I'm okay with having bad dance moves. I'm okay with having horrible lower teeth. That's what makes me me, and for some reason it's worked out all right.